Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1887-01-22

Former, EdcdTdS aud HARM Glen fired
whlrled their horses around fired wildly into
the air and dashed back upon the plungins
team, with which the driver was vanly
struggling. The ground quivered as the
frightened animals struck together; they
were crushed back upon their Launches. and
beat one another cruelty with their mighty
hoofs Wagon, horses and men reeled on the
brink an agonizing instant; the white faced
driver dropped the lines and sprang 10 the
secure ground; the riders strained with the
energy of deadly fear to tear themselves loose
from their steeds, but in vain Then the
frantic mas crashed down the Jagged rocks.
tearing up the stunte1 cedars as if they wer.,
weeds, and fell with a sounding splash on the
limestone bel of the shallow creek.
FOrtner, Glen and Edwards came down as
quickly as possible, the latter spraining his
ankle badly by making venturesome leap 10
reach the road first. They found the man
that Fortner had shot at stone dead, with a
bullet through his temple. The other two
had been struck in the body Their horses
stood near, looking wonderingly at their
PROSTATE masters
Bolton was rubbing his bruises and abra
Sittt' am tFtl HUH TIT
conduct Of the war to the steepness of Ken
lucky mountains. Aunt Debby had partially
recovered from the stunning of her fall. and
limped slowly up. with her long riding skirt
raised by one hand Her lips were com
pressed, and her great gray eyes blazed with
excitement.
They all went to the side of the road and
looked down at the crushed and bleeding mass
III the creek.
MY God that's awful said Harry, with
a rising sickness about his heart, as the ex-
cite,nent began subsiding.
PLENTY good enuf fur scoundrels who rob
poor men of all they hev," said Fortner,
fiercely, as he reloaded his rife Hits not
bad enuf fur thieves an robbers"
Hits Gods Judgment on the wicked an
the oppressor," said Aunt Dehby, with solemn
pitilessness.
Hadn't we better try to get down there,
and help those men outT suggested Harry
"Perhaps they are not dead yet"
Aunt Debby, thet thar boss thets raisin'
his head an whinnyin'," said Fortner, with
sudden interest, lis Joel Spriggs' roam geldin',
shos yo're bsn, honey He pointed to where
a shapely head was raised, and almost human
agony looked out of great liquid eyes Tibet
wuz the finest boss in Laurel county. an
they've stole i'm from joel Hill bout
break his heart, fur he set a powerful
sight o store on tibet ere beast Pore critter!
hit makes me sick ter see i'm suffer thet-
way. I've a mind ter put i'm outen his
misery, but I'm Altered can't shoot i'm so
long ez he looks at me with them big pitiful
eyes o hisn. They go right ter my heart.
you'd better shoot him. urged Aunt
Debby. Hits sin ter let an inherent crit
ter suffer tibet away"
Fortner raised his rifle, and sent a bullet
through the mangled brutes brain.
Aunt Debby's eyes became fixed on point
where, mile away down the mountain, a
bend in the road was visible through an
opening in the trees
Look out she said. as the echoes of the
shot died away; 'thGr comes a hull lot
on EN-
They looked, and saw plainly large squad
of cavalry, with wagon behind
'We must get outen heah, an thet quick, :"
said Fortner, decisively He caught one of
the horses, and shortened stirrup to make
the saddle answer for a side saddle. GIIeah.
Aunt Debby, let me help We up, honey. Now
Bolton and Edwards, I'll help We on these ere
other critters. Now skeet out ez fast ez the
bosses legs will tote We. Don't spar EN- a
mite Them fellers'n gin We the devils own
chase ez soon ez they git heah an see what's
bin done Glen and neil 20 acrost the
mounting, an head 'em off on t'other side
Don't come back eff We heah shootin', but keep
straight on, fur we kin take keer O. this crowd
without emmy help. Glen, you sasshay up the
mounting thar ez fast ez the Lordll let We,
I'll be arter We right spry"
All sped away as directed. Fortner had
been loading his gun while speaking. Henow
rammed the bullet home, and withdrawing
his rammer walked over to the cliff beside
which the teamster was covering.
30, Mister Fortner, don't kill me-please
don't!" whined the luckless man, getting
awkwardly upon his knees and raising his
hands imploringly. u swar to God I'll never
raise hand agin Union man agin eff veil
only spar my life"
Kill We, Pete Hoekinsl" said FORMER, with
unfathomable contempt. "What consete We
hev ter think yer wuth the powder an lead.
haint no bullets ter waste on carbon
He struck the abject fellow a couple of
singing blows on the face with the ramrod.
replaced it in the thimbles, and sprang up the
rocks just as the head of the cavalry appeared
around the bend Of the road few rods away.
Overtaking Harry shortly, he heard about
the same time the Cenfederates on the road